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Chapters (132)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. CHOSEN: LOST BOOK 1
  3. BEGINNINGS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. INFIDEL: LOST BOOK 2
  35. BEGINNINGS
  36. ONE
  37. TWO
  38. THREE
  39. FOUR
  40. FIVE
  41. SIX
  42. SEVEN
  43. EIGHT
  44. NINE
  45. TEN
  46. ELEVEN
  47. TWELVE
  48. THIRTEEN
  49. FOURTEEN
  50. FIFTEEN
  51. SIXTEEN
  52. SEVENTEEN
  53. EIGHTEEN
  54. NINETEEN
  55. TWENTY
  56. TWENTY-ONE
  57. TWENTY-TWO
  58. TWENTY-THREE
  59. TWENTY-FOUR
  60. TWENTY-FIVE
  61. TWENTY-SIX
  62. TWENTY-SEVEN
  63. RENEGADE: LOST BOOK 3
  64. BEGINNINGS
  65. ONE
  66. TWO
  67. THREE
  68. FOUR
  69. FIVE
  70. SIX
  71. SEVEN
  72. EIGHT
  73. NINE
  74. TEN
  75. ELEVEN
  76. TWELVE
  77. THIRTEEN
  78. FOURTEEN
  79. FIFTEEN
  80. SIXTEEN
  81. SEVENTEEN
  82. EIGHTEEN
  83. NINETEEN
  84. TWENTY
  85. TWENTY-ONE
  86. TWENTY-TWO
  87. TWENTY-THREE
  88. TWENTY-FOUR
  89. TWENTY-FIVE
  90. TWENTY-SIX
  91. TWENTY-SEVEN
  92. TWENTY-EIGHT
  93. TWENTY-NINE
  94. THIRTY
  95. THIRTY-ONE
  96. THIRTY-TWO
  97. THIRTY-THREE
  98. THIRTY-FOUR
  99. THIRTY-FIVE
  100. THIRTY-SIX
  101. THIRTY-SEVEN
  102. CHAOS: LOST BOOK 4
  103. BEGINNINGS
  104. ONE
  105. TWO
  106. THREE
  107. FOUR
  108. FIVE
  109. SIX
  110. SEVEN
  111. EIGHT
  112. NINE
  113. TEN
  114. ELEVEN
  115. TWELVE
  116. THIRTEEN
  117. FOURTEEN
  118. FIFTEEN
  119. SIXTEEN
  120. SEVENTEEN
  121. EIGHTEEN
  122. NINETEEN
  123. TWENTY
  124. TWENTY-ONE
  125. TWENTY-TWO
  126. TWENTY-THREE
  127. TWENTY-FOUR
  128. TWENTY-FIVE
  129. TWENTY-SIX
  130. TWENTY-SEVEN
  131. TWENTY-EIGHT
  132. TWENTY-NINE

“I heard what you said the Roush said about us,” Silvie said. “And it’s the only reason I haven’t left you myself. But I don’t see how going further into the desert is any better than facing the Horde in the canyons. I’d rather die fighting Horde than baking to a crisp in the sun.”

“We’ll find water!” Johnis yelled.

Silvie blinked at his outburst.

Darsal’s voice rang out behind them. “We’d better, Scrapper!” She drove her horse down the dune from the south. “Because there’s a line of Horde marching toward us from the east.”

Silvie flung herself into her saddle, rode up the rise facing east, and studied the horizon. “You’re sure?”

“Would I be here if I wasn’t sure? I don’t think they saw me, but we’d better be gone when they get here.” She frowned at Johnis. “You satisfied?”

“About the Roush being right about the terrible trouble we would be in if you didn’t all follow me, or about the Horde coming our way?”

She held his stare long enough for Johnis to wish he hadn’t been so clever, then kneed her horse on, heading west.

They traveled deeper into the desert, three abreast for two hours, before drinking and giving the horses some water from their canteens. Twice Darsal had doubled back to see if the Horde was still following. Twice she’d returned saying they were. They should cut north or south, she insisted.

“No, the desert ahead is safer,” Johnis argued. “If there were Horde ahead of us, the ones behind wouldn’t bring such a large force to drive us forward into a trap—certainly not for just three scrappers. Clearly the desert ahead is free of the beasts.”

“Free of beasts and any other living thing,” Darsal returned. “Including us soon. It’s not surprising that no one’s crossed this blasted dust bowl and survived.”

“You had your chance to turn back,” Silvie snapped. “Don’t make it worse on us by griping all the way.”

Darsal grunted and plowed reluctantly on. But Silvie seemed to be coming his way, Johnis thought. Or at the very least she wasn’t set against him.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you this morning,” Johnis told her, encouraged by her support. “I had no business being so rude.”

“Don’t think I like this,” she said. “I’ll head back and kill some of those Scabs before I die.”

She seemed adamant about avenging her mother’s death. He felt pity for her but understood the sentiment. “You must have loved your mother and father very much,” he said.